Boondox - Straight Out the Crops lyrics

Straight out the crops
Straight out the sticks
(Straight out the sticks)
Straight out the crops
Straight out the sticks
(Straight out the sticks)

Who it be? The 'Dox comin'
Straight from the crops
I'm pickin' switches for these bitches
Stay dirty as Woodstock and when I chop
The shock goes straight up your vertebrae
They pickin' at yo bones
And at your watch just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the scarecrow
My face painted up
The Blair Witch with a four four
And I stay on the prowl
My nose like a bloodhound
Straight stalking motherfuckers
Yo and this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets
Me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster
Shotgun and a master plot
To burn your cities and
Murder all your committees
Door to door slangin' lead
Never showin' no pity
I bring the pain to your brains
Though they callin' me trauma
Choking at yo neck, with a
Chain I think you're dead, mama
It ain't the same since the sane went insane
Mama time to show these haters how
To play da fucking game, mama

Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah
Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah

I'm comin' straight out the sticks
And all the shit that I spit
It be as dirty as the Gathering of 2006
And yeah I grip like a tick right
On the words of these pricks
Who all hate and throw they weight
Because they say I'm a hick
But, I ain't apologizing, hell no
I say fuck 'em
I'm still runnin' with a hatchet and
These hoes ain't doin' nothin'
So just quit of all ya'll frontin' and
Then get down on yo knees
Pray to God that I don't find
You and then dislocate yo spleen
'Cause you ever wanna see me bitch
Jumping out of trees a shear
Wrap my hands around yo throat and
Send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker
Quicker than the Undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then
Spread you on a hundred acres
Keep my name up out your mouth
Keep yo ass up out the south
Ya mammy ain't raise ya right
I'm about to show her how
Please don't make me fetch the steel
Make this cap the next to peel
Pop you like a cherry motherfucker
Never test my will

Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah
Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah
Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah
Straight out the crops, I won't stop
I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop
Straight out the sticks, I won't quit
I know you're feelin' this shit, you
Must be feelin' this shit, yeah